Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 29

~I missed you guys so much soooo I made this chapter almost 10,000 words. Love you babes and thanks for waiting!~

Dozakh(n.)- A place of torment one believes they are in when separated from their lover; hell.

George P.O.V

When I was seven years old Fred broke his leg climbing up a tree.

We were camping and it was midnight. Fred insisted we play hide and seek but I told him that it wouldn't be the best idea. He convinced me; which wasn't really hard to do because I did actually want to play.

I was the seeker and he hid. We were in a forest we had never been to before and we decided to play in the dark without flashlights. "it'll be spooky." Fred told me, waving his small hands in the air like a ghost.

As soon as I started to count while Fred hid I got a terrible feeling in my stomach.

So powerful and unbearable I almost turned around and told him to go back to bed, but I didn't. I kept counting and when it was time I went to find him. The more I searched, the bigger that bad feeling grew.

I stopped near a tree calling his name only to be met by silence. It had been 20 minutes and I couldn't find him. I was growing more worried and the game was no longer fun, I just wanted to go back to bed.

I yelled his name telling him I didn't want to play anymore. I even used our secret code word pig sparkle to let him know that I truly was not joking. We only used the word for emergency only since we both take jokes a little to far.

When five more minutes had passed and Fred still had not emerged from the shadows more worry expanded so much I felt suffocated. I ran and ran and ran calling his name until my throat hurt and my limbs grew tired.

Just as I was about to give up hope and finally cave and tell our parents I heard a faint but very familiar call of my name.

It was Fred. He was laid on his back with a pain-stricken expression on his face, tears falling harshly. I was relieved when I saw him but it didn't stay long when I glanced at his leg and saw that the bone was sticking out.

He had fell from the tree.

He was hurt for Merlin knows how long.

It wasn't my fault but I blamed myself because I just knew something like this would happen. I should've listened to my gut I should've demanded that we stay inside our tent and wait for Mum and Dad to wake up before we started to play.

But I didn't.

After that day I vowed to never ignore that gut feeling that I had. It was also the day that I believe my anxiety and worrisome traits began to fester inside of me.

"What if we go as wizards?" Fred questions pulling me away from my thoughts.

I have a bad feeling. I'm worried about Millie.

She wasn't at breakfast; I didn't except for her to be but after a few minutes that worrisome feeling grew and I found myself unable to eat and sick to stomach. Another 10 minutes passed before Fred sighed and said he was bored and he wants to roam the halls.